Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 354 Black Robe 3
The black-robed knight simply swung his sword, and the four patrol teams were all cut in half at the waist.

The sword seemed to contain boundless power; a flash of sword energy severed the patrolmen's bodies as easily as fragile straws.

They didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed in pools of blood.

But he saw nothing; it was as if an invisible sword aura had killed everyone.

Matt's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He had never seen such a powerful and terrifying force, which was beyond his comprehension.

He was filled with fear, knowing how powerful and invincible the enemy he faced was.

Alina suddenly appeared behind Matt, dagger in hand. Her steps were as light as a cat's, without making a sound.

Before Matt could react in shock, Alina swiftly struck, the hilt of her dagger striking Matt precisely on the back of the neck. Matt's eyes widened, and before he could react, everything went black, and he passed out.

Alina then tossed Matt to Robin with swift and decisive movements.

Robin stood there, calmly watching Matt being thrown over.

He gripped the Tang sword tightly in his hand, and the instant Matt's body drew near, he casually swung the sword, cleaving him in two. Blood splattered on the ground, making a soft "drip" sound.

Robin glanced at the corpse on the ground without a trace of pity.

In his view, these people were all obstacles on his path to obtaining the Power Fruit and had to be eliminated.

He turned to look at the castle, its gates right before him. He could faintly hear laughter and music coming from inside, as if the people inside were still enjoying a feast, completely unaware of the carnage outside.

Robin gently blew away the bloodstains on his Tang sword, then sheathed it. "Let's move on."

Alina and Wind Chime followed behind Robin, carefully skirting the corpses on the ground as they made their way into the castle.

They passed through the castle gates, where ordinary guards were not even allowed to make a sound, and entered a spacious hall.

The hall was decorated in a magnificent style, and people dressed in gorgeous costumes danced in the center of the hall, while the tables on the side were filled with fine wines and delicacies.

Robin's arrival was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the joyful atmosphere.

The music stopped abruptly, the dancers stopped, and all eyes turned to Robin and the others.

Baron Carbon stepped out from the crowd, frowning as he looked at Robin, his eyes filled with confusion and anger.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my castle!" Baron Carbon shouted. His voice echoed in the hall, carrying an air of authority.

Robin did not answer his question, but simply looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with a cold scrutiny.

He was observing everyone in the hall, searching for his targets—the extraordinary individuals.

Hidden within this hall filled with laughter and chatter is his true prey, and he is about to embark on a bloody hunt.

Baron Carbone was furious. He leaped into the air, his sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The family heirloom steel longsword gleamed coldly in the candlelight, aimed straight for Robin's throat.

The nobles were ready to see blood splatter.

An arrogant fool dared to trespass into the castle of a legendary knight; death was his only fate.

The sword stopped three inches from Robin's throat.

No, it didn't stop, it's just that Robin is gone.

"What!" Baron Carbone's pupils suddenly contracted as he felt a gentle breeze brush against his back.

"Too slow." Robin's voice rang in his ear, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath.

The baron whirled around, his sword sweeping across, but missed again. Robin appeared like a ghost five steps to his left, his hands still casually behind his back.

The hall was deathly silent.

The fans in the hands of the noble ladies froze in mid-air, and a wine glass slipped from the hand of a count, shattering on the marble floor with a crisp sound.

"This is impossible," old Earl Wells muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Baron Carbone was sweating profusely.

He received the best swordsmanship training from a young age and once entered the top eight in the royal capital martial arts tournament.

But now, he can't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

"You are an Order Knight?" The Baron's voice trembled with anger and fear.

Robin finally pulled his hand out from behind his back and drew his Tang sword.

“The ordinary people are yours,” Robin said calmly. “The rest are all my prey.”

Who exactly are you?

Robin did not answer.

The hall erupted in chaos.

The nobles retreated like a flock of startled birds; some knocked over candlesticks, and flames spread across the carpet, but no one paid any attention.

The opponent turned out to be a second-tier Order Knight.

Baron Carbon's sword tip trembled slightly, but he quickly steadied his wrist.

As the last of the Hohenheim family bloodline, he could not back down.

"Playing tricks!" the Baron roared, launching another attack. This time, he used the family's secret sword technique, "Hummingbird Strike," his sword flashing into dozens of afterimages, blocking all of Robin's possible escape routes.

Robin finally moved. He raised his right hand, gently pinching it between his index and middle fingers—

Zheng!
The crisp sound of metal breaking echoed throughout the hall.

The baron stared blankly at the sword in his hand—the fine steel longsword that had been passed down for seven generations, now reduced to only half.

The cut was so clean it looked as if it had been cut by the most precise instrument.

Robin released his fingers, and the sword tip clattered to the ground.

Golden light burst from his eyes, and the surrounding air began to distort, as if it could not withstand some kind of invisible pressure.

“Thirty years ago, the Hohenheim family, after being knighted, slaughtered all the commoners of a certain village, presenting their heads to the king as enemy leaders—a total of three thousand lives.” Robin’s voice was no longer flat, but carried an ancient echo. “When you raised your swords to kill us, you used our lives to decorate your castle. Now, it is time to pay the price.”

The baron staggered backward until his back hit the cold stone wall.

His lips trembled, but no sound came out.

Those deliberately forgotten family secrets, those stories he thought were just exaggerated legends, all came flooding back to him at this moment.

Robin walked slowly forward, his shadow twisting and deforming on the wall, no longer maintaining a human shape, but rather resembling the outline of some ancient behemoth.

The nobles screamed and scattered, but the gate had been sealed off by a blue light barrier.

"Please, please, please!" Baron Carbon slid to the ground, his aristocratic arrogance completely gone. "I don't know. Those were all my fathers."

(End of this chapter)